The rise of special forces from the boot camp

Chapter 499 The gangster on a motorcycle!

Nearly twenty cars left Basu City and headed southwest all the way. They had to drive on the road non-stop for three days. In addition to the gasoline, purified water and compressed biscuits in the trunk, there was nothing left. All the space in the tank is filled with ammunition.

Inside the car, Wang Chen looked at the dirt road full of yellow sand through the window, frowning, reviewing the next plan, looking for loopholes.

Wang Chen, who put on makeup, looks a bit like a black man of mixed race, with a little yellow in his dark skin. To be honest, this kind of makeup may be enough to fool some laymen, but it is definitely not enough for experts.

Appearance can be dressed up, but body shape and some special appearances cannot be pretended.

In terms of body shape, the skeleton of the local people is relatively large, while the body shape of Wang Chen and others is a standard oriental body shape, which can be seen by people who are a little careful.

But none of this matters, as long as you can fool most of the locals.

The road here is exactly as Su Hui said, not only the dirt road, but also full of potholes, sitting on a car is like riding a fucking roller coaster, so the speed of the car can't be raised at all, and ordinary vehicles can't do it on this kind of road. drive.

What surprised Wang Chen and others was that the roads in some places were broken, and trenches were dug in the middle. Fortunately, Su Hui had already prepared, took out two steel plates, laid them directly on the trenches, and waited for all the vehicles to pass by. Finally, put the steel plate away again.

Not only that, but the environment here is also extremely harsh, with gunpowder and carrion floating in the air, as well as the inexplicable smell of incinerated garbage.

Along the way, Wang Chen and the others even saw several unattended corpses, some old, some young, and even the corpses of soldiers. Some corpses looked like they had been left for a month, and the corpses were highly decomposed and liquefied. , looks extremely infiltrating.

All of this is like a purgatory on earth. Compared with this place, other places are considered paradise.

The people here are living in a muddle. They know that their life is not good, but they don't know how to change it.

This is extremely sad!
At about two o'clock in the afternoon, when the convoy passed a village again, more than 20 motorcycles suddenly appeared in front of the convoy, and nearly forty people were either carrying rifles or self-made Molotov cocktails, and they were heading towards Wang Wang at a very fast speed. The convoy of Chen and others rushed forward.

"Alert! Prepare to fight!" Seeing this, Su Hui immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and called, "Repeat, everyone is alert, prepare to fight!"

As soon as Su Hui finished speaking, the motorbike team stopped about 100 meters in front of Wang Chen and the others, and the people on the vehicle raised their rifles or homemade Molotov cocktails and yelled.

The people on the motorcycle looked like they were in their 20s. They were all skinny and wore tattered clothes. They were obviously poor and crazy.

On this kind of road, motorcycles are indeed faster than cars, and the team of Wang Chen and others can't get rid of each other at all.

Su Hui obviously has experience in dealing with this kind of thing. He first ordered the convoy to stop, then lowered the windows, raised his gun and fired a burst of bullets into the sky, and then cursed in the local language, "Get out!"

"Money! Take the money!" The other party is not afraid of guns at all, or they have become accustomed to facing guns, and it makes no difference whether they are dead or not.

Hearing the sound, Su Hui took out a crumpled ten-knife bill from his pocket, waved it in the air, and said, "There's only so much."

"The money is too little, at least fifty knives." The other party was not satisfied.

"OK!" Su Hui heard the sound, took out four ten knives from his pocket again, and said, "Get out of the way, this money belongs to you."

"Deal." The other party replied.

Su Hui heard the sound and threw the money on the ground. Seeing this, the other party slowly dispersed and gave a safe distance to signal Su Hui to move forward.

"Let's go." Su Hui greeted, the driver shifted into gear and started the car directly, Wang Chen and others' vehicles quickly followed.

A group of people drove away without any risk.

Looking at this scene, Wang Chen was stunned for a long time, and then he asked the members of Su Hui's team, "The other party bought forty fucking rifles, just for this fifty knives?"

"Yes." The other party said helplessly, "People here are poor and crazy. Fifty dollars can make them live for a long time."

"What if you don't give money?" Wang Chen asked again.

"Then the other party will die and shoot directly." The other party paused and said, "Of course, this is when we have a large number of people, and the other party chooses to negotiate. If there are too few of us, the other party will not negotiate at all, just hug us when we come up." Fire."

"It's fucking cruel!" Wang Chen shook his head helplessly.Even a little want to laugh.

This must be in other places, there are gangs with forty rifles, and they are so fucking dead. It was a happy day, and of course, the death must be fast.

"How do you sell the guns here?" Wang Chen asked again.

"It ranges from a few knives to a few hundred knives." The other party said softly, "The guns held by the group of people just now are all guns that are about to be scrapped or have already been scrapped, and they are only a few knives. The hit rate and power are very poor. At most, it’s just a fire stick that can shoot bullets, and what’s a little threatening may be the Molotov cocktail in their hands.”

"Then why don't they join the army? At least they can make a living." Wang Chen asked again.

"There are only two kinds of people who are capable gangsters or pirates. The first is those who are timid and afraid of death, and the second is those who dislike the low salary of the army." The other party obviously understands the situation here: "Another point is that this The death rate of helping people into the army is too high. After they enter, there is only one way out, which is to enter the cannon fodder camp. Only those who survive can enter the new barracks. Basically, few people can fully enter the new barracks.”

"Also, if you are missing arms or legs on the battlefield, no one will care about it at all. The only way to be eliminated is to be eliminated as a disabled person, and there is only one way to die."

While the two were chatting, the walkie-talkie in Wang Chen's car rang again.

"Captain Su, the other party is catching up to him again, what should we do?"

"Damn it, it's endless!" Su Hui cursed, "Give them some color and tell them to get out!"

"Roger that!"

The voice fell, and within a second, the two cars behind the convoy immediately started fighting.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

The gun rang, and several of the other party's motorcycle tires were blown up in an instant.

"Fucking chase, we'll hit someone!" Su Hui's team members yelled in the local language, restarted the car and followed.

After this time, the group of motorcycle fighters knew that Su Hui and the others were not easy to mess with, so they could only leave in despair.

After all, Su Hui, Wang Chen and the others are not executioners, so they should keep their hands as much as possible so as not to cause casualties, because the education they have received is that life is more important than everything else.

In this way, a turmoil passed without any danger, and everyone was still moving forward on the road.

On the way, Wang Chen and the others met at least seven or eight such groups, and they stayed in the wilderness for a long time, waiting for the two warlords to finish their battle before starting again.

In this way, for a distance of two to three hundred kilometers, everyone walked for four days before finally officially arriving in Somalia.

Along the way, Wang Chen and the others had a thorough understanding of the Somalia region.

(End of this chapter)